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Spider-Man: Far from Home (2019)

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Reblog if you're gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, transgender or a supporter.

This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.

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The Holland Brothers @ Onward London premiere, 23 February 2020

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The Holland brothers ☺️

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IT WAS LOVE

Anon Request: Hey, I wanted to request a song prompt. It was love - LANY for a sad Peter Parker drabble or something :)

wc: 626

‘We were sixteen, but I have known you since second grade, we were best friends, but I have wanted you in different ways…’

The music resonated through Peter’s earbuds as he rode the bus to school, the words of the song making him more emotional than he wanted to be. He wanted to skip the song but he was out, it was better than listening to the loud rattle of the bus and the dull silence between the passengers. 

‘We would pass notes in science and I would end ‘em with a heart, we would pass the extra time in the back seat of my beat up car…’

He bit his lip hard and closed his eyes, daring her face to pop back into his mind where it had it’s place for years. (Y/n) wasn’t spectacularly good looking, average was the best way to describe her face, but it was the personality that drew Peter in. (Y/n)’s smile and her laugh(always giving a laugh to his terrible jokes), all of (y/n) as a whole. 

Freshman year chem, sharing a lab table, it was how they met. (Y/n)’s hair was slicked back into a tight ponytail, and wore a bright green crew that accented her eyes. To break the ice for the rest of the year, Peter gave a weak attempt at an atom joke. The teacher called out roll for an Adam and Peter leaned over whispering, “never trust an atom, they make up everything.”

She laughed so hard the teacher had to remind her to keep quiet the rest of the period, she snickered about the joke till the bell rang. After that he looked up a different joke and memorized it to tell (y/n) everyday. Eventually it aided to becoming close friends, around each other every moment they could find. 

‘It was love, I know you know that. It was us, I wish I could go back, to sneaking around at night and thinking we had our whole lives…’

As the bus neared closer to Midtown, he thought back to the night she found out he was Spider-man, patiently perched on his bed with Ned, supporting the huge Lego death star they’d built together when Peter swung through the window in his suit. It was the same night she told him she liked him, the little blush from earlier when Peter had been half dressed in front of her darkened in hue. Peter kissed (y/n), and every other night he’d visit outside her window. 

‘I don’t think I ever told you, I hated that it had to end, but it was two months until you started dating my best friend…’

It had been a few years since then, and with time they had drifted apart, more acquaintances rather than whatever they had going on before. Peter had gotten scared after the blitz, after a few run in’s with identity scares and he didn’t want to risk losing her because of who he was. Around that time they both met a new friend, Harry Osborne, and Peter could only watch with disdain as him and (y/n) got closer. He never thought she would move on so quickly, he still couldn’t move on. It was what made it so painful over the months after, seeing her with Harry in the halls, looking at him with the same eyes she’d look at Peter with. His heart cracked with every little second of eye contact they would make in the halls. Regret would pool in the pit of his stomach, seeing (y/n) sit beside him in the cafeteria, kiss his cheeks, touch his hands. Peter had all of that, it was love, and he let it go. 

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I REALLY WANNA DO ASK REQUESTS AGAIN

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Re-posting this because I finally got to scan it in high-res.

Betty Bates is a goddamn hero.

—“Betty Bates, Lady-at-Law” in Hit Comics #47 (1947)

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ADDED MORE TO THE CHAPTER SINCE IT WAS PRETTY SHORT ! 871 wc >> 1313 wc

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The car ride back to the house was silent and dark, only flickers of light allowed to light up Natalia’s side profile, hardened and still. Tony studied her from where he sat, guilt wrapping itself around his gut and squeezing tight. He’d never seen his daughter react like that towards anyone, the determination, her stubbornness-this wasn’t the end of this. 

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FOR(N)EVER

Anon Request: Could I have a really angsty Tom Holland fic where the reader loves tom but it’s unrequited. If you can make tom a bit of an asshole, that would be great

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Tonight was a time for celebration, too many champagne glasses to count and failed attempts to sing along to a record of Elton John classics. Harrison was laid back on the couch, snoring in his own spit and Jacob had ubered back to his temporary AirBnb to get ready for a flight to Rome in the morning. All that was left was you and Tom, passing and taking swigs of the last bottle of champagne, leaned back on the kitchen cabinets on the floor. Next to you, Tom looked gorgeous next to you, chocolate brown hair curled over his ears and a bit of champagne foam gathered on the fuzz of his upper lip, the ache to taste it with your own mouth was immeasurable. It was always dangerous when you drank. 

“PULL ME CLOSER TINY DA-NCER,” Tom screeched and you giggled uncontrollably, hands over his mouth to muffle. 

“Shush Tom you are so bloody loud, you’ll wake Harri,” he laughed into your palm, reaching up to intertwine your fingers with his. Your heart leapt to your throat and breath caught as he raised a kiss to your knuckles. It killed when he flirted like this, so aimlessly with your feelings. It wasn’t his fault, not knowing. You’d had all the chances in the world to tell Tom how you felt, growing up together gave ample opportunity, but also came with obstacles. Tom only ever treated you like family, untouchable. He’d had girlfriends over the years, short lasting relationships. Holding small leading roles in movies making him a popular, handsome young actor girls were attracted to and he took advantage of that. But the girls never lasted long and he was always unsatisfied. (Y/n) was always confided in, late nights in her flat over a pack of hard cider. 

Less and less you spoke after he landed the role of Peter Parker in Civil War, and the several other Marvel movies and voice over deals that followed took even more of his time and attention. In between your college and Tom’s acting endeavors, you could only find moments of time months apart. (Y/n) felt so little in comparison to Tom’s new lifestyle, but on nights like these, Tom could let go and release, feel the past for a little while in (y/n)’s tiny South London flat. 

“You leave me for so long Tommy,” (y/n) whined, the carbonation of the sweet alcohol burned her throat.

Tom leaned his head on your shoulder and breathed in your vanilla body spray deeply, “I always miss you when I’m away-”

You grabbed at his cheeks, making a head turn to look up at you, his chocolate eyes smiling into yours, “I love you Tom.”

He grinned drunkenly, not understanding the depth to your words, “I love you too, you’re my best friend.”

With a sigh you let his head fall back on your shoulder, your words coming out slow and garbled as you rolled the empty champagne bottle across the kitchen, it hitting the bottom of the couch with a hollow ‘thunk’, “no Tom!” You crawled away and heaved yourself up against the tile counter top, his eyes glazed over in confusion as he watched, “I love you Tom, I love you.”

The emphasis sobered the both of them up quickly, Tom grimaced, head in his hands between his propped up knees, “-no no no no.”

With each ‘no’ it felt like a hot knife plunged deeper and deeper into (y/n)’s heart, “what?” She could barely voice above a whisper.

“No (y/n), not now-we could never-” he muttered in broken pieces of language. “I can’t, we can’t, I-I don’t love you like that.”

A lie. Tom had loved her since he first laid eyes on her, hiding behind your mother knees in a fluffy pink tutu and sparkly rain boots. She lost the boots and tutu over time, but he was enamored with the sparkle that always seemed to remain in your eyes, now replaced with the sting of tears and pain. He hated to leave her like this in the morning, jetting off to Rome to film Far From Home, gone for months and leaving her with unimaginable wounds of heartbreak-yet it was necessary. So far he’d protected her from the press, he wasn’t about to unleash their tyranny on her when he couldn’t be there to shield them away.  

He stood on wobbly legs, “I should-I need to get back to my hotel, I’m sorry (y/n).”

You watched him go, the tears pooled in your eyes released onto drunken flushed cheeks, and regret twisted deep in your gut. Planted back on the kitchen floor against the cabinets again, you watched the sun rise above the city alone, avoided Harrison’s curious questions and pity when he woke in the late afternoon, missed Tom’s farewell at the airport. You were sure you’d lost your best friend, and your first(and possibly only) love.

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me after getting more than 3 notes on a post:

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Me, as a Fanfic Writer: Now I never shared any of my writing with my family and friends, but I thought I’d share it with a bunch of virtual strangers on the internet instead

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